i could have danced all night.
ok ive changed my number to 94597493.
havent been online for so many weeks, its like being lifeless without the net for 3 weeks(I think.. it feels longer but i sure its much less.) ive met and got to know more people in that same period of time than i have in that same period of time in any other period of time. really. im not joking or trying to be funny. i can make a list of who's who. but i dont want to create any awkward situations. (eg. i think the aunty at pan pac banquet is really nice. but i dont know her name. and even though she looks IT illiterate and calls me by "boy", im scared she might be reading my blog and leave some nasty comments... )
finding jobs at hotels are real easy for those not in the know-how. go to the concierge and ask for HR department la. then they'll lead you to some secret staircase at the side of the hotel and you just walk in for interview. of course. some hotels have specific dates.
ive trekked the whole of the orchard road from tanglin mall to plaza singapura in the suede shoes of mine. i feel we have a bond. i will never spoil it like i did the other day when i slipped and knocked my shoes over some dirty stuff. so what im trying hard to get to is that my mum got me very angry the other day when she tore off my pants so i cant wear it again..(only be cause there was slightly obvious tears in it...). so i was angry. and i tried to scold her. in malay. bad move. all i could say was "arrrggghhhh" and threw the pants off.
someone said the killer's somebody told me was basi. its as if she/he was disgusted with the song. as if she/he has something against the song. as if i told the whole world something bout she/he that she/he didnt want to others to know. tsk.tsk.tsk. eternal pms.
speaking of eternal pms. ive met another lady with that same syndrome at work. what did i do to know so many ppl with the sickness?
its too late. its gone! its over!
havent been online for so many weeks, its like being lifeless without the net for 3 weeks(I think.. it feels longer but i sure its much less.) ive met and got to know more people in that same period of time than i have in that same period of time in any other period of time. really. im not joking or trying to be funny. i can make a list of who's who. but i dont want to create any awkward situations. (eg. i think the aunty at pan pac banquet is really nice. but i dont know her name. and even though she looks IT illiterate and calls me by "boy", im scared she might be reading my blog and leave some nasty comments... )
finding jobs at hotels are real easy for those not in the know-how. go to the concierge and ask for HR department la. then they'll lead you to some secret staircase at the side of the hotel and you just walk in for interview. of course. some hotels have specific dates.
ive trekked the whole of the orchard road from tanglin mall to plaza singapura in the suede shoes of mine. i feel we have a bond. i will never spoil it like i did the other day when i slipped and knocked my shoes over some dirty stuff. so what im trying hard to get to is that my mum got me very angry the other day when she tore off my pants so i cant wear it again..(only be cause there was slightly obvious tears in it...). so i was angry. and i tried to scold her. in malay. bad move. all i could say was "arrrggghhhh" and threw the pants off.
someone said the killer's somebody told me was basi. its as if she/he was disgusted with the song. as if she/he has something against the song. as if i told the whole world something bout she/he that she/he didnt want to others to know. tsk.tsk.tsk. eternal pms.
speaking of eternal pms. ive met another lady with that same syndrome at work. what did i do to know so many ppl with the sickness?
its too late. its gone! its over!
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02 January, 2005 23:02.but pple with eternal pms don't share their food. pfft, ungrateful.
03 January, 2005 01:52.
even though ive got no eyedeer of what you just said, i think sharing food is a bad habit. coz others will tend to stop buying food since they can share. and i hate sharing. like the one-year-old in the autobiography of a one-year-old, share is a word that has to be dreaded. seriously, if you're still reading this. go kick yourself in the knee.
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